The Sentinels mother earth and father time

It was good that Lionel did not speak on their blood claim to the wasteland forest. It would have looked rather disappointing to have two young wolves hold such pride and honor for a land that had been charred and destroyed. Instead, the golden-cloaked figure seemed to rejoin with a snide comment about pissing on ashes before he flashed a sharp smirk toward Knaven and the earthy rogue settled his deep gaze on the wolf that had just introduced themselves as Sonder. It was an easy sounding name. The saltfang lifted his crown before providing his own moniker in a rough tone, “Knaven.”
 
A wicked curling smirk settled onto his dark lips with ease.